Today a story starts. I know that every story has an ending, but as long as the story is a good one, I don't mind.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
We
Today a story starts. I know that every story has an ending, but as long as the story is a good one, I don't mind.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Birthday rants
The bear and lollipop that RY gave me. *Thanks!*
All ma presents.
Thank you everyone (except for that dog) for such an unforgetable B'day!!!
Monday, October 27, 2008
KL-Melaka (Day3)
*END OF JOURNEY*
Sunday, October 26, 2008
KL-Melaka (Day2)
*On the way to Melaka; my brother.
*Red houses.
*Saw this '4-legged snake', it's name is Antonio. =)
*Melaka river.
*RARRR!!!
Later, we went for lunch at I-dunno-what's-the-restaurant-name.
Dad: How many biji of rice you want?
Me: Har?? I want 2000 biji.
Dad(to the waiter): Give me 16 biji.
Me: You got ane kiamsiap bo?
*The rice balls.
Conclusion: I eat 3 biji rice.
Later, we went to the Cheng Ho Museum. At first it was rather interesting, but it was sweltering hot in there, and we got bored. But there was this corridor with crawling plants up the wall, that was really beautiful.
*There.
*'qi4 zhi2 mei2 nv3'
At night, we went to Ikea. I'm tellin' ya, if you ever need a laugh, or need any ideas for pet's names, Ikea is the place to go. Somehow, Ikea named all their furniture. Not only names, but very funny names. My favourites are:
#sorli - (it's a mirror.) I so sorli you're so fugly.
#sagolik- We are having sagolik for dessert.
#prutt - I wanted to prutt but some shit came out instead.
I laughed my asses off with my brother. We we were snickering from one corridor to another. Man, I stomach was aching with pain by the time we got out.
All in all, it was a great day. (YAWN...)
*Lights out.*
Saturday, October 25, 2008
KL-Melaka (Day1)
We're supposed to start our journey at 10am, but dad finally started the engine at 12:15pm. I fell asleep right away, because I had stayed up the night before to finish the last few episodes of
*(okay, I did.)
*New slippers bought the day before.
*O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Reached my aunt's house at 7 something. Uncle Howard cooked us an exellent dinner: Ham with cooked apples and gravy. There was this side dish that I really liked: baked potato pieces. It was not until I finished my third helpings that I learnt these potatos were cooked in pork fat!!! Oh noez! I'm gonna need to diet again!!
#END#
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
PuiFat-ish rant
I've wrote letters, I have had my mum see the principle, I skipped duty... ...Ah Goh still wants me to become a puifat. Mum had tackle me with all these disscusion about how being a puifat is not that bad, and I had to admit I was a bit affected. Not all prefects are bad. Sure, there are bad prefects, but that doesnt mean I have to be a bad prefect. To all my friends: be sure that I'll let you know before every spot-check, and I'll keep one eye closed for banned objects always.
It's a huge (and miserable) challenge for me, but I've decided to accept it. It cant be that bad. I cant escape from it, and I have to do it whether I'm smiling or crying. So why not accept it with a smile? I CAN DO IT! I will not be beaten down by a bunch of challenges.
My friends: I hope that the fact of me being a prefect will not affect our friendship. I know you have always loathed prefects, but I'll be good, I promise. This is a difficult challenge for me, and I hope that you guys will support my decision instead of going against me...In situtions like this I truly need your support.
rant...
rant...
rant...
rant...
rant...
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Fuck you, you highly-edu-ed fella.
#You're gonna regret it...#
*Evil laughs*
NYAHAHAHAHAAAA...
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Happy Sunday
*My dear mum giving 'arahan' .
After that, I went to an Indian wedding with my mum and aunt. I've never been to an Indian wedding before, and I badly wanted to watch the ceromony, but mum was slow and we missed the ceromony. Grrr...
*Me at the temple.
* The temple's main door.
*The Bride-zilla. # I look retarded.
Later, my aunt belanja us to this restaurant called 'Tutti-Frutti'. The drinks there were so special. Affordable(cheap) and yet tasty...=)
*DESSERT: Mango Ice-Cream sago
#END#
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Goodbye,Mc...
It started out fine, but then suddenly, I dont know what happened but somehow, weiXuan hurt HuiLin's foot. The whole toenail came out. (Ouch.) Everyone panicked and all that, and HuiLin was crying, I didnt know what to do, so I had my mum sent her to a clinic. Honestly speaking, I felt a bit relieved. I dont need everyone whispering to me behind her back, and I want the party-mood to go on badly. Aiya, no one expected this to happen marr, not my fault...
Then MC told us he was bringing his G.G.sweat friends here, with speakers and all that. I very behsyok lorr. Which part of class-party didnt they understand?!?! Even Shuyu and Yujie came. I certainly didnt invite them. But at least they sekzhor, they sit at corner there, sendiri kap. So I dont really care. But nevermind laa, I "big man got big light" ,forgive and forget lorr.
*pictures are available at ruoyun's blog. I could have posted them here but colgate didnt sent to me..
ciao,MC.
We'll miss you.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Ah girl...
PMR-sucks!!
PMR-SUCKS!!!
(YA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!!)
It's over now. Everything is okay now. =)
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
PMR-panic attack!!
It's 19 days away from PMR, and I'm cracking under all that pressure from teachers. Each one of them acts like their subject is the only subject that we are taking. And that's just bitchy. Trail exams ended yesterday, and naturally, all teachers start to return back our papers. I did like shit in Moral and Civiks. But I guess the consolation is that PMR does'nt have these subjects. Hmm, OK for maths (33/40 for paper 1; 43/60 fro paper 2), but I think maybe I took my science exam drunk. I fucked up the whole paper!! I got 24/40 for paper 1, I'm still quite OK with that, I can live with that. But guess what I got for my Paper 2? 28. 28! Out of 60! That was the most fucked up science grade I've ever gotten in my whole life. I'm so freakin' dissapointed! It wasn't even half. T.T *cries* *sobz sobz*
Today in class ZQ wrote something that I think is the most meaningful thing she had ever said, considering she always talking crap all the time. I'll keep that in mind. Though I really don't wanna say it, Thanks.
I'm typing this in the Toyota customer's lounge now, beause mum simply have to choose today to service her car, at the time where I desparately need to get a move on studying. GOD!
*Everyone cries, Everyone dies.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Fuck you,Mr. Lee
OKOK. Fine, enough of the swearing. But, hey! He deserves it. Anyway, I didn't go to school today. I was supposed to wake at 4am and study Geography. (Don't.) But I woke at around 3 and feel my chest hurting. I don't know what it was, but it hurts like hell. It feels like it's on fire. I was a bit scared, so I went and knock on my parents door. (Gee, I'm sorry if you were in the middle of hot,passionate sex.)Fell asleep again and when mum woke me up to ask if I could go to school, I just answered no. I was already OK, but I just don't feel like going. XP
Till here then, mum's coming back anytime now, I gotta look sick.
xoxo
adieos
(Make me think of Adidas)
'Merry Christmas, you filthy animal! And a Happy New Year! 'POW!' '
Friday, August 15, 2008
-blank-
BTW, I'll update my blog less now, because the exams are getting nearer and nearer, and I' nowhere near completing the syllabus! So... ...You get the point.
Babaix.
(chickens,BYE!!)
And goodnitex,to both my darlingx.
muakx,loves ya forever.
p/s: RY don't worry about those thingys too much. It'll all be over. Be strong.
About Me
- helplessly free wanderer
- Penang, Malaysia
- Malaysian in Melbourne. Suffering from homesickness, extreme bitchiness, and the chronic disease of procrastination. Wanderlust-er in a love-hate relationship with chocolate. A petite little piece of shit. Confidence fluctuates at the most horrendous timings. Living this thing called life and trying to get my thigh gap back.